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lying.”
    â€œI know.”
    â€œCool.”
    â€œSeals and walruses don’t count, though, right?”
    She shook her head. “I will not judge,” she muttered to herself. “I will not judge.” Then, “For this particular situation non-thumb-possessing prey does not count.”
    â€œThen we’re fine.”
    â€œCool,” she said again.
    He probably should be insulted she thought he was some kind of deranged serial killer, but that sounded like work he wasn’t in the mood to indulge in.
    â€œSo,” she went on, “since we’ve come to the conclusion that you’re not looking for a new hat or to add me to a collection in your dungeon of pain and suffering—”
    â€œThought it was a cellar.”
    â€œâ€”why do you have me trapped in a bathroom?”
    â€œThought maybe you’d want to go out for coffee or something.”
    She blinked. “You want to go—” Her eyes narrowed. “Gwen put you up to this, right?”
    â€œWho?”
    â€œWhat is her obsession with that girl? I mean, seriously—get over it already! Trying to set me up with you just to get even with Tracey Lembowski is so extreme. Don’t ya think?”
    â€œWell—”
    For the first time, her face softened and she no longer looked terrified out of her mind. It was a lovely change. “But it was really sweet of you to play along. I heard you weren’t sweet at all.”
    â€œI’m sweet. I’m very sweet.”
    â€œHey, Novikov,” a hyena cut in from behind him, “think I can get an auto—”
    Bo bellowed in to the sniveling male’s face, “I am talking here!” He hated when these idiots cut into his conversations without acknowledging the fact it was impolite. “Can you not see that?”
    Giggling in panic, the hyena ran off, meeting up with his clan at the end of the hall, which led to more hyena giggling. Annoying.
    â€œSo where were we?” he asked, turning back to the suddenly wide-eyed wolfdog.
    â€œUh . . .” She gave a little laugh and muttered under her breath, “I will not judge.” Then asked, “Do you have the time?”
    Bo checked. “Eleven thirty-two and fourteen seconds.”
    â€œThat was very precise.”
    â€œI like precise.” He motioned to her left arm. “You have a watch.”
    â€œYeah I do.” She smiled at it. “Of course, it says it’s three o’clock. Maybe it’s on Bangkok time or something.”
    â€œDo you need a good jeweler to fix it? I know a bear who can—”
    She waved away his offer. “Nah. It hasn’t worked in weeks. Besides, it’s a piece of junk, so there’s no use fixing it. I got it for forty bucks in the Village.”
    Appalled, Bo asked, “If it doesn’t work, why are you wearing it?”
    â€œIt’s pretty!” She stepped in closer and lifted her arm so he could see it better. “It’s a Pra-Dah.” She laughed. “Not a Prada watch. A Pra- Dah watch. Classy, huh?”
    True, Bo could see the humor in that but still . . . “But it doesn’t work. Shouldn’t you have a watch that works?”
    â€œThere’s always someone around with a watch on. Like you. Or Ric. Or Gwen. And it’s New York. Depending on where you are at any given time, you can usually find a clock somewhere on one of the buildings or on a billboard.”
    How could anyone live like that? It was so . . . all over the place! To be honest, Bo considered it a form of hell.
    â€œThat’s not a very good way to tell time.”
    â€œWhy sweat the little things?”
    â€œTime is not a little thing.”
    â€œNo, but it’s close enough.” A little tinkling sound went off, and Blayne turned in a circle, trying to find where the sound came from.
    â€œYour pants,” Bo told her.
    â€œOh!” She dug into one of the many pockets of